So much for the power of “social media”

There was a job back in Kelowna with a company owned by the son of a colleague I had done business with many years ago. I thought it might be interesting and maybe help me get the job if I asked all my friends and colleagues to send a simple email to him with the subject line “Hire Gary Jones”. At the very least I thought getting maybe thirty or forty emails would help to get me noticed. Okay, so some of my 136 friends on Facebook don’t know me well enough to send what looks like a recommendation, but a lot of them do. Not only that but a lot of them are friends I have helped out when they needed it; everything from help with moving to renovating to taking them out on my boat. A simple one-line email wasn’t too much to ask, I thought.

No such luck. It backfired on me big time when all he got was TWO emails. That’s right – TWO! If he read into it that I had asked all my many friends and colleagues in the Okanagan to send him a simple email, and the response was a big fat TWO, then it’s not surprising that I never heard from him again.

Given my current desperation to get the hell out of London and back to my beloved Okanagan, this experience sure brought me down, which is the last thing I needed right now.

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The Truth and nothing but the truth….continued

Yes, after ten years and no troubles crossing the border ever, I figured my idiot lawyer had actually been right about something. Life went on. I traveled to Omak with Laura and Bianca to the rodeo. I drove down to see my parents in Yuma. I had even driven down to see my daughter in 1995, traveling through the States and crossing the border twice with no problems. I relaxed a bit and thought I had put it all behind me.
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The Truth and nothing but the Truth

The few people who know this story have all encouraged me to write a book about it. Now that I’m off on medical leave, in part because of the stress this situation has caused me and how helpless I feel, I thought it might be time to lay it all out. Part therapy just to vent, but maybe someone, somewhere will read it and learn from it and avoid the mistakes I’ve made.
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